Killing Time

I had another post partially completed, but it needed more time and attention - more than I have or can spare. Maybe it will finally be finished, maybe I'll end up scrapping it.

Such is the life of a pseudo-writer. Self-edit.

Anyways, I'm here in the OC.  The airport actually. Have to transfer in San Fran to catch the red-eye home.

But I'm killing time in the airport - waiting for a flight. What else was I going to do? Sight-see? Hardly.  It's the OC.

And oddly, I'm having one of the better meals I have had on a work trip, at least as of late. The night before it was iffy room service because I was lazy. Last the night, I stumbled upon a part of the concourse I've never seen - I have never had any need to go that far down.  The place was pricey - for an airport eatery.

It had a frickin' hostess.  But I didn't want CPK or McD. Granted it was only a steak salad, but it beats a Big Mac.  See?

Yeah, maybe I should have thought more about finishing that original blog post, eh?   Well folks, you get what you pay for.......just remember that.

I have to knock this out before my plane takes off.  As it is, it will publish before wheels are down.



Song by:  Clint Black